My singing partner (who’s also a rapper/music composer) dragged me for a rap contest yesterday, and I got to understand the subtle nuances of rapping. But more on the highlights of this fascinating experience tomorrow.
Update:
The contest was between a bunch of college-kids-cum-aspiring rappers. Many sported tattoos, baggy pants, funny hair, and swaggered about the place. But some of them did seem to get the essence of rapping. And some just rambled on, like broken records.
This one chap belted out the most poetic lyrics ever. However, he didn’t fare too well during the ‘battle rap sessions’, cause he couldn’t wax eloquent, on the spot. This is a must in any battle rap round. It’s like a debate between two people, except that the medium is rapping.
There were two girl rappers. One rapped wonderfully in Hindi, but her English reeked. I wanted to rap her. The other was a complete disaster. However, it does take some guts to get on stage and rap, however badly.
The judges comprised many Bollywood rappers, and one chap from Canada sounded fantastic.The lyrics could be a little refined, however, this concept might be something alien to rapping, per se.
Now, I feel inspired to watch 8mile, recommended by my pal Yaell, this ’quality cinema’-type film buff.
